User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3474228-20120115043933/@comment-3474228-20120116005222

Suddenly, another battlecry gives heart to the small party and the slaves as the shout reaches their ears from the shore. "Mossfloweeeer!"

The lead otter raises his weapon, a broadsword, and returns the call as he slashes the head off of a weasel. "SKIPPER TO ME!" Regan and the whole crew from the ships charges up the shore, dead vermin littering the bodies on the beach. The whole vermin army rushes out to meet them in battle, cutting them off from the slave party.

The final battle was here.